It is hard to think that as of tomorrow Peanut, I mean Logan is a month old already! And he has grown sooo much!
We visited the baby health centre today to have his four week check up and he is putting weight well, his head has gotten bigger (literally) and he is longer (taller) as well. He also looks different from the little baby that we brought home a month ago. He is still the same baby, he does not look THAT different, but he does not have the same "new born" face the he had - does that make sense?
So what has the last month been like? Fantastic!!!
Have we been able to get enough sleep? Not at all!!!
Do we know what Logan wants by the tone of his cries? Would not have a clue!!!
It seems that every time someone says "you both seem to be coping well with being first time parents" we will have the afternoon / evening from hell, like he hears us being told what a good job we are doing and thinks to himself - can't let them get a big head.
But we are not doing to bad. He has been gaining growing nicely between every baby health visit and is having more awake time and increasing in alertness. His reflects are as they should be and he is learning how to 'self settle' (going to sleep on his own in his cot).
It is funny when people ask about the birth and whether i would do it again, the answer to that is - yes. The brain has sufficiently blocked out enough of the trauma of child birth that i would consider going through it again. But is the brain going to block out the trauma of a new born enough for us to want to do again? Only time will tell.
(: Reggie
Wednesday, 7 March 2007
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I've copied your last paragraph and sent it to Kate. First baby class was last night and she didn't handle the potential length of labour bit too well [PTM 8/3]
(Just like Silica!)
Well don't tell her that about 20 mintues before Peanut was born both the midwives and the doctor were telling me that i had at least 10 hour to go.
I showed them!!!
And another thing - GO THE GAS, and i mean both of you.
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